Page 43 of Ride or Die (The Shores #1)

CHAPTER

FORTY-THREE

NURSE AND THE PATIENT

LAYLA

Axel drops me off and heads home to Daya, and I go upstairs to get changed. I slowly push open the bedroom door to find Colt sitting on the bed watching TV in his black boxer briefs that emphasize…everything.

His hair is messy as usual, and the light from the TV casts perfectly over his tattooed skin. Between the light and shadows rippling across his six-pack and the adrenaline coursing through my veins, my desire is on fire for him.

After all the building me up Colton has done and tonight’s success, I feel like one hell of a powerful, confident woman. These men think they run the show, no, no. I can make them drop to their knees.

I stand here for a second, admiring the man I get to fuck anytime I want before he takes notice of me. His eyes light up, then travel down my body appreciatively.

“Wow, you look gorgeous, babe. How’d it go?” I shrug in response as a small smirk tilts the corner of my mouth. Shutting the door, I place my bag on the dresser, grabbing the envelope of money and bringing it to Colt. He flips through the bills, counting under his breath.

“All here.” He nods, confirming it was the amount he was owed, then hands it back to me.

Once its tucked away in the safe, I return to the foot of the bed, eyeing him up.

Even in a cast up to his knee and one wrapped around his right arm, he gets my motor running.

His broad chest and arms flex as he adjusts himself on the pillow, eyes burning into mine, waiting to see what I’ll do next.

I step out of my heels, hooking my fingers under the hem of my dress and slowly peeling it up and over my head. My breasts bounce out of the fabric, and Colt lets out a small groan, his tongue daring out to lick his lower lip.

The sexual tension thickens between us as I drop the fabric to the floor, and heat pools between my thighs. I’ve had him countless times, yet I still can’t get over how sexy he is.

Colton Hawthorne. Mine.

He watches my every move, eyes darkening as I stalk towards him and climb onto the mattress, straddling him. He grips my hip with his good hand as I grind down on him, feeling his manhood stir beneath me. My body takes over and I roll my hips, making us both moan.

"Fuck baby, you’re so hot," he rasps, and I smile. I run my fingers through his hair, grazing his scalp with my nails, then rest my hands on either side of his neck. He blinks slowly, enjoying the sensation. I watch him for a moment, admiring the man before me.

“Thank you,” I say softly. His eyebrows pinch together in confusion before I continue.

“For putting me on this pedestal. You make me feel strong, sexy and confident because you are constantly building me up. Telling me I’m beautiful all the time.

Reminding me how smart I am. Even through all of my academic success, I have never felt so powerful.

And that’s because of you, because you have loved me for all these years and you shower me with affection.

You make me feel whole, Colt.” He stares up at me, his eyes peering into my soul as my thumbs run back and forth along his neck.

I lean down, my hair falling around us like curtains as I kiss his lips gently.

His part, allowing my tongue to glide with his.

Playfully twirling, dipping and darting in and out of each other's mouths, there is always so much passion in our kisses.

I drag his bottom lip out with my teeth and grind into him again, making him groan painfully.

“That’s why I was able to pull this off tonight. Because of you. Without you, I never would have felt this thrill and excitement in my life. It’s what I needed. I feel alive since we connected.”

“Without me you wouldn’t have had to do any of this in the first place,” he points out quietly. He still holds so much guilt for dragging me into this mess.

“That’s the thing, though. Once I got the car to the docks, I ended up loving it.

I seduced a complete stranger, drugged him, and ended up driving the lift tonight.

I loved the scheme we pulled. I loved my heart racing in my chest as I drove away and pulled into the shipping container. I fucking loved every bit of it.”

A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth as his hand squeezes my ass. “Mmm, you really are turning into my bad girl, aren’t you?” A rumble emerges from his chest as I nod, biting my lip.

" I already am your bad girl ." He grins even wider and grips my ass, pulling me into him, encouraging me to grind against him more. He wants to feel me so bad. His eyes roll back as I dry hump his hard cock through his tented boxers, friction that feels so fucking good.

“This adrenaline coursing through me right now has me fucking buzzing,” I whisper. My lips feather along his jawbone before my teeth graze along the sharp lines.

“It’s the best high out there, well, aside from coming inside of you.” His deep voice vibrates through me and I nod in agreement.

“Now, because of how fucking incredible I feel,” I lightly lick and nibble his ear, making him shiver underneath me, “I’m going to take what I want, and what I want right now is you,” I whisper.

I lean back and devour him with my eyes. This slow torture we’ve been doing here for the last few minutes is driving us wild. I can feel Colt trembling with anticipation underneath me. Grinding on his dick with just the thin material between us has my sex aching for him. My panties are soaked.

Colt groans like he’s in pain, his grip on my ass almost painful. The best kind of hurt.

“Baby, you need to sit on my dick right the fuck now.” His voice is hoarse and thick, his eyes filled with lust. It’s been too long since we fucked. We haven’t had sex since his accident, but tonight that’s going to change.

"Not yet," I whisper in his ear. I'm the one in control now.

Colt groans in protest as I stand, removing my thong and tossing it at him.

He grins, catching it with his good hand as I swing one leg onto the bed, spreading myself open for him to see.

His eyes darken, turning more gray than blue as I glide a finger between my wet folds.

Biting my lip, I moan as I touch myself, and Colt quickly adjusts to remove his boxers, never taking his eyes off my hand that's sliding through my wetness.

He sits back against the headboard, adjusting the pillows behind his back and grinning. Loving what's on display for him, he wraps his hand around his length, and starts to stroke himself. Our eyes stay connected as we pleasure ourselves, heightening the sensation of each swipe of my fingers.

His tip glistens in the dim TV light, and I lick my lips, loving the way he looks when he touches himself for me. I circle my clit and moan, and with a groan of his own, Colt shifts forward on the bed, pushing my hand out of the way.

Looking up at me with pure hunger, he sticks out his tongue and slowly licks the length of my wet slit. My fingers sink into his hair and my body trembles, a long moan escaping me at the featherlight touch.

"Mm...I love the way you taste. You are my fucking queen.

" His words make my body quiver as he licks the length of me again.

He sucks my clit into his mouth with a moan, and I drop my head back, relishing in the pleasure he gives me.

My hand runs through his hair again, pulling him closer.

The way Colton eats pussy is amazing, but I need more.

It’s him I need.

I push him back and straddle him again, unable to take the tease any longer. He's got the cockiest grin on his face knowing what he does to me.

Without hesitation, I center myself over him and slide down his length. His eyes widen and his grip on my hip tightens as I lower, making me cry out.

“Oh my god,” we say in unison once he’s all the way in.

I circle my hips with him deep inside as our tongues twist and twirl, so relieved to be finally connected to him this way again.

I begin lifting and dropping myself on him slowly, trying not to hurt him, and he sits still, letting me do all the work because of his injuries.

It’s really quite hilarious to think about. I can’t stop myself even though the man is in two casts. I can only imagine how ridiculous this would be to walk in on.

Seductress caregiver takes advantage of her subdued patient.

And what a fine patient to ride.

His casted hand rests on my hip while the other reaches up and gropes me, pulling my breast into his mouth.

My head falls back as I wrap my hand around his head, pulling him further into me, loving his treatment of my tits.

I keep my pace mellow, savoring how closely we’re connected, and every other sensation passing through my body.

His hand moves from my breast and down between us, and the pad of his thumb circles my clit. My hips buck and my insides grip his length in pleasure.

“Yes...Colt,” I groan. He tries to lift his hips once, but I see him wince in pain. Following his lead, I bounce harder and faster, the way I know he wants me.

"Mm. Fuck, yes. I missed this," he murmurs.

"Me too," I whimper.

"You are so fucking perfect, Lay." Our eyes meet, his filled with adoration.

I grab the sides of his face and pull him to me, our tongues swirling together. Groaning as his thick cock hits me deep in the sweet spot over and over again.

“Yes, baby. Just like that.” He moans, continuing to please my swollen clit.

“Ohh, I’m going to come...” My voice whines in pleasure as I feel my orgasm start to crash down on me. Colt bites his lip like he’s trying to hold off, the expression on his face sending me over the edge. I let out the longest moan as I feel myself tightening around him.

"Ah, fuck, Lay." His head falls back and his mouth opens in an O as he grunts through his release, filling me as his body spasms underneath me.

I slow myself and rest my head on his, both of us panting. Colt hugs me against his chest, burying his face into my breasts, rubbing back and forth.

“I love you,” he says through heavy breaths, just like he does every time we make love.

“I love you, too,” I rasp and slide off of him, throwing him his boxers before I get into one of his T-shirts. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I climb back into bed and snuggle next to him.

I love how I can go from sexy seductress to chill girlfriend in mere seconds. Living the best of both worlds here with my man.

Little did we know, more danger was on our doorstep.